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"If they are waiting, it means they discovered the tunnel and the illusion -- Possibly to their sorrow," Larissa points out. "If they pit stymied them, they were unlikely to find the exit. So the natural place to post guards is at the edge of the illusion."

Iago meets her gaze, unwavering, his jaw taking a dangerous set. "Mistress Ariel has said she seeks to serve the people of the town by facing their foes. That seems to me a noble cause, not a 'whim.' As to age, I have seen much to convince me it is not the same as wisdom."

Iago seems taken aback by the elf's line of questioning. "The priests and priestesses of Helina are well-known in Venza, and elsewhere," he interjects. "They are known for their wisdom and their valor. Would you accuse Mistress Ariel of zealotry because she offers to aid *our* cause?"

"Wait," objects Larissa. "Tonris can gather us intelligence. And we may be able to make use of the illusion. You said the pit was deep. Tonris could fly under the illusion, above the bottom of the pit. He makes his way to the end of the room undetected. If he cannot see through the...

"I would be pleased to have the aid of Helina in our fight," replies Iago. "I have no intention of gathering orcish ears -- I have two of my own and that is quite sufficient." His humor feels a bit strained, but seems well-intentioned. He turns to his comrades. "What say you?"

"Lay out your arrows for me," Larissa says quietly to Agno and Tyrien. "I can enchant four score and ten to deliver powerful radiant energy against our foes. The spell will last a little less then an hour, but it will suffice for this fight, and perhaps see us to the grotto." As Agno and...

Larissa nods at the Father's explanation. "I will take the lead," she says. "Tyrien, you take the rear. The rest of you, stay between us and stay alert." Her gray cloak has muffled her armor, but has not diminished her confident manner.

"We have been north, toward the Stone Tooth," Iago confirms. "And met an orcish warband, much to their sorrow. But my magics were not up to the task of healing so many wounds, so we returned in search of aid before venturing further. As to when we will depart, that depends on the aid we...

Larissa nods. "Warn me when we get close to the other end," she tells the Father. "I have some preparations I would like to make before we encounter the enemy."

Larissa draws her blade, and casts a light on the pommel. "How long is the tunnel?" She asks the Father quietly, as she takes her place at the head of the group. Need to know length of tunnel before deciding on buffs. Proposed marching order: Larissa -- Agno -- Tonris -- Father Reinos --...

Iago just made his purchase in the Pearl thread, we can advance as far as I am concerned.

Iago strolls through the streets of Blasingdell. The group's meeting with the priestess, Ariel, relieves his most urgent concerns, but he still feels some apprehension about the upcoming exploration of the mountain. As he passes a vendor, he notices a rune-covered backpack. Taking it up, he...

Larissa draws her sword and takes the lead, approaching the cave at a steady pace, making sure her companions are close behind.

"A sound plan," replies Larissa. "We will await your signal, and then approach."

Larissa nods, but she still looks concerned. "They may have powers of concealment," observes Larissa. "I can call on the Host to identify evildoers, but if I seek their aid now we will not have it later. What say you all?"

"We have learned something, from an ancient text," explains Iago. "And with the help of a Dwarven sage. There was once a great Dwarven smith, Durgeddin, who made his holdfast in the Stone Tooth. He was a great master of his craft, and made weapons of legendary quality. He was an enemy of the...

"Iago, of Venza," the half-orc offers. "And while our quest will bring us into conflict with the orcs it is...a bit more complex than bounty hunting. Come," he offers. "Sit with us, and I will tell you the tale." As Ariel makes her way over to the table, Iago makes introductions. "Mistress...

Iago notices the adventurer, and starts to raise his hand and call out. He stops himself. It might be unwise to give the impression that he is a tavern patron seeking her for...adventures of a different sort. Still, he reflects, fate brought him companions at the smith's forge. Perhaps it...

"Does one of you want to scout ahead?" asks Larissa. Her armor clanks despite the effects of the cloak. She eyes the hawk. "Perhaps Keeling? Could he warn us?"

Iago nods a farewell to the elf, and enters the inn. He stakes out a seat for himself and his companions, leaving an empty chair against the elf's return. He gives a friendly nod to the innkeeper, remembering their conversation during his last stay, and waits for her to come take the group's...